Chapter 508

Chapter 508

Raon clenched his back teeth while looking down on Orgos.

Even though his body was small and skinny, the tremendous amount of energy bursting from him gave him the chills. He was a monster that had even surpassed a Grandmaster. He was a demonized human who had reached transcendence, just like the rumors.

“I wanted to see you.”

“......”

Raon ignored Orgos and turned around. He examined the Light Wind division under the Silver-White Aurora one by one.

No one from the Light Wind division was uninjured, but Burren, Runaan, and Mark Goetten's wounds were dizzyingly serious.

Shoulders, arm, eye, abdomen, and even thighs. Not a single person among them was unscathed.

However, the one who needed the most urgent treatment was Dorian, who was at the very back. Both his arms and his right leg were completely smashed, and his stomach had a hole the size of a fist in it. He shouldn’t even have felt any pain at that point. It wouldn’t be strange for him to die at any moment.

“Why...?”

Dorian’s head trembled.

“Why did you come here...?”

He raised his teary eyes, asking why Raon had come to hell instead of running away.

“...You idiot.”

“Raon.”

“Master, I-I’m sorry...”

Burren sank to the ground while coughing up blood, Runaan collapsed to her back, and Mark Goetten faltered while standing.

“Do you want to know why your subordinates ended up in such a state?”

Orgos’s cold voice was filled with mockery.NewW novels updates at novelhall.com

“I asked them about your location, and they answered that they were Raon Zieghart.”

He rolled his lips into a smile while looking at the Light Wind division, who had collapsed on the ground.

“What a tear-jerking friendship. I would’ve granted them a painless death if they obediently told me the answer.”

“......”

Raon exhaled a heated breath while looking at the Light Wind division.

‘I thought so.’

He’d expected such a thing when he saw the faces on the Light Wind division and the situation. He could tell they’d resisted with their lives on the line to avoid disclosing Raon’s location.

Wallet, Ice Cream Girl, Shitty Eyes, the guy with no talent...

Wrath’s shoulders trembled as he examined Dorian, Runaan, Burren, and Mark Goetten one after the other.

Give me.

He approached Raon with bloodshot eyes and extended his hand.

Give me your body right now. The King of Essence will kill them all.

The emotion of wrath in the soul was raging. Even though the Ring of Fire was running, it was difficult to keep his sanity. Raon wanted to succumb his body to the wrath.

‘Not right now...’

He wanted to sink into the wave of wrath, but he suppressed the urge by biting his lip. If Wrath possessed his body just like that, he would lose control and the Light Wind division would be annihilated.

Moreover, Orgos might escape during Wrath’s attack since he was a transcended warrior. It was necessary to keep his cool.

Whap!

Raon started by activating a small Silver-White Aurora to remove the azure flame from Mark Goetten’s arm. Using Wrath’s technique in an enraged state made his heart so painful that it could burst, but Raon forced himself to endure it.

“Hmm!”

An impressed voice could be heard from behind him.

“That frost was what stopped my azure flame, wasn’t it? Who taught you that technique?”

Orgos raised his hand as he spoke. Blue flames burst from his finger.

“You.”

Raon turned around and glared at Orgos, who was fully relaxed.

“I’ll play with you after I’m done with this. Shut your mouth while waiting.”

He was growling like a beast unconsciously. He felt like he was gradually sinking into wrath, but he bit his lip to regain his sanity.

“Why did you come here...?”

“...You idiot, you should’ve survived at least.”

“Th-thank you for helping me so far.”

“Raon, run...”

Dorian, Burren, Mark Goetten, and Runaan’s eyes were full of resentment. It wasn’t because they were dying because of him. They were blaming him for coming to his death.

“Don’t worry, we can all get out of here alive.”

Raon unleashed the Divinity Blooming from the Underworld. He’d never used it for healing before, but divinity was normally specialized for that. He figured it would be effective.

Whap!

A colorless radiance spread around from his hand, and the four’s injuries started to heal little by little.

“Haa...”

Raon breathed out a sigh of relief. The worst-case scenario came to mind, but the divinity fortunately worked on injuries.

However, the treatment wasn’t enough because he was treating four people at the same time, and his divinity was rapidly decreasing.

‘Wrath, I’ll accept the wrath, so...’

The King of Essence is the monarch of Devildom. He can’t refill divinity no matter how great he is.

Wrath furrowed his brow and shook his head.

‘In that case...’

Raon raised his head and looked at Orgos.

“It looks like you like my gift.”

Orgos licked his lips with his tongue while looking at the four people whose lives were barely extended.

“Unfortunately for you, this isn’t going to be the end of it. Even after your death, I’ll erase everything you like from the world. Your family, friends, companions. That’s the price to pay for disturbing the activity of our great tower.”

What are you waiting for?! Hand over your body right now!

Wrath was also enraged and stuck to Raon’s shoulder while shouting.

‘Shut up for now.’

Raon glared at Orgos. He was taking his time, most likely because he believed Raon wouldn’t be able to escape.

He bit his lip and stabbed his stomach with Heavenly Drive.

You crazy bastard!

Wrath shouted while grasping his shoulder.

The blood flowing from his blade filled the ground and soaked the small amount of snow left, turning it red.

“What are you doing right now...?”

Raon didn’t respond to Orgos, mustering his will to connect to the Black Tower’s technique that he’d seen before.

Whir!

The small amount of aura left in him arose while sweeping the ground. The blood covering the snow gathered like a birdcage and locked everyone inside.

Whir!

Raon opened his eyes amid a red space that was different from his mental world.

“Is this...?”

Orgos wrinkled his brow while looking at the red sky and land.

“You recognize this, don’t you?”

Raon smiled with a pale face.

“I copied the boundary that your subordinates made under frozen surfaces.”

“...Why are you using this?”

“So you won’t be able to escape.”

“Have you truly lost your sanity?”

“We will find out which one of us is the crazy one.”

Raon pulled out Heavenly Drive along with an enervated laughter. His blade was plugging the wound, so it opened up as a result, and a dangerous amount of blood gushed from it.

A dizzying pain fell upon him, but he didn’t activate the Ring of Fire.

‘I need to endure this much. It’s nothing compared to the pain that the Light Wind division had to experience.’

“Are you trying to commit suicide? I’m capable of keeping you alive, just like killing you—”

“Have you died before?”

Raon straightened his spine while controlling the trembling in his legs.

“When you die, you can feel the sensation of your soul leaving the body.”

He could still think for a moment after Derus Robert had cut his head off in his previous life, and he’d felt like his existence was floating outside his body.

That same floating sensation was approaching him.

‘The gap in the soul.’

In a world that was gradually turning white, he activated the Ring of Fire once again and unleashed his mental world.

He tore off a portion of that space that was the compilation of his life so far and created a new domain between his body and soul.

Raon, what are you doing right now...?

Raon didn’t respond, pouring all of his wrath from his soul into the newly created domain.

‘I’m getting ready for your reception.’

Wrath had previously told him that he would lose control because he hadn’t had a physical body for too long.

The only way to maintain his sanity so that he wouldn’t let Orgos escape and put a time limit to the manifestation was to create a Sword Field inside his body.

He was going to lose a lot in return, and he wouldn’t be able to use it ever again, but the Light Wind division would be in danger if Orgos managed to escape. It was necessary to finish him off no matter what.

Once the space between body and soul became large enough, Raon looked at Wrath.

‘You said everyone in the Light Wind division is your subordinate, didn’t you?’

You...

‘Don't let him escape.’

Raon slammed Heavenly Drive into the ground and smiled.

“What are you doing?!”

Orgos became anxious and rapidly unleashed his azure flame.

The flames were covering his entire vision as they rushed towards him—as if they were telling him that the other flames so far were nothing but child’s play.

‘It’s already too late.’

Raon mumbled with his dry lips while looking at the approaching flame.

Sword Field Creation.

Demon King’s Advent.

Just as the frightening blue flame was about to erase Raon’s existence...

Thud!

...The boundary’s ceiling collapsed, and a blue luminance poured down upon Raon.

The azure flame was supposedly capable of incinerating anything in the world, yet it disappeared like bubbles upon facing the pillar of light.

A long fissure was created in the space, and dark light emerged from it. Stars covered in shadow arose to the sky, and a yellow moon illuminated the twisted world.

The world tree of frost, cold enough to even freeze a person’s breath, rooted down in the land, and the deadly blue radiance finally came to an end.

The one standing inside the light wasn’t Raon anymore. He was evil yet sacred, dark yet radiant.

It was the manifestation of a transcender who had twisted causality to incorporate values that could never coexist in his body.

“Ah...”

Orgos unconsciously stepped backward upon feeling the frightening energy emanating from the navy blue-haired existence.

The fear that he’d only offered to others and never received before was engraved in his white pupils.

“Wh-who are you...?”

He was the one who was born from the deepest abyss of Devildom and arose to the highest peak.

He was the Lord of Northern Evil, the Monarch of Wrath who was the closest to becoming the Demon God.

The indignation of the Demon King who had removed Greed’s army from the face of the world raised his sky-blue eyes.

No one was able to speak. No one was able to move.

The Monarch of Wrath extended his hand, as white as the first snow. Orgos’s neck twisted and his head was pulled off.

The blue demon king laughed amid the bloody festival. It was a beautiful and frightening sight.